Stephendragonfly wrote:Have a lovely Maine Coon Cat at home who likes to knock things off of shelves and tables. Keys, wallets, pictures, keepsakes, jewelry, or anything one might leave on a table or put on a shelf. Two nights ago a new bottle of good red wine went crashing to its demise at 3:30AM. Damn Cat.

Gonzo and I have tried to play laser tag with Little Gray Shit, but every time she gets going, Lumux attacks her. Damn lard ass cat!Lumux still has agoraphobia from when he fell out the tree. We've been throwing him outside during the day. He needs to get the fuck over this. We're feeding him weightloss expensive kitty food, 2/3 cups/day and he's still morbidly obese. I'm concerned that he's 8 yrs old and he could develop something unfortunate from his girth. Gonzo's worried he'll start listening to country music.

My fat fuzzball Muta is super deaf. Sometimes she meows, but it cuts off "M-...." and no sound comes out though her mouth is gaping open. I swear it's cause she can't hear her own voice. It's still hilarious though.

Lumux: 18 lbs and has a mew like a kitten. Doesn't talk much.Little Gray Shit: 9 lbs and has a MEE-ROOW like a damn siamese. Yells all the damn time.Go figure. They're both cute buggers.One really needs to be a cat person to enjoy them. They're both biters too. It's all fun and games until you're bleeding.

Now that the weather's warmer, Gonzo and I throw lardass outside every day. His leg is getting better, he just needs to exercise more now.

BUMP!My little gray shit was working a vole today. She was just watching it for a long time, and it didn't move, but it was still breathing. She walked away. Fucker. She really is a shit by all measures. Lumux remains a couch potato. He's found gray shit's food, and leaps (!) to get to it. Fat bastard.We now have a neighborhood feral cat that's been hanging around, eating gray shit's food (she's busy hunting voles obviously).Gonzo and I have taken to calling her Alien Kitty. We'd like it if she felt more secure around the place, but she still is running away. Patience. She's a tortoise shell long hair with a flat face. I can tell she's a good kitty, just lost her way.

Damn cats. I take the two little girl cats out into the backyard each morning if I can. They sun, I drink coffee and veg out. I let the Siamese, Oide, out the front door and he hangs around the side of the house. Today he came into the back through the woodpile, and was happily chasing bugs. The girls, who are half his size and half again his age, decided they did not want him back there. Much stalking with bad intent, and hissing and growling. So I had to bring him in. Puff puff puff.

A little later, the neighbor's cat Baby came into the back to see me. She's friendly, but also territorial, the queen bee of the many cats next door. Declawed, but she boxes and punches. Next thing I know, she's face to face with Trixie, much growling ensuing. I got up to break it up, and Punkin came darting in between the two. Aggressive little shit. Baby is smart enough to turn tail and hop the wooden fence, leaving me to wrangle the girls back into the house. She did let me pet her later, but was obviously insulted as hell.

My two littles ones adopted by my boyfriend and I could no longer live in his house, so they were brought into my home where 2 family cats already reside. That brings the count up to 4 in one house: Eddie, Muta, Kevin, and Stanley.

Damned cat had a cling-on last night. He hopped in bed with me and I thought I smelled something strange. Lifted his tail and ooh-yuck!So I clapped my hands and he jumped off the bed, like he's been trained. So I chased him out and shut the bedroom door, until he got rid of the cling-on. Then he wakes me up by jumping in bed again! So I kicked him out again, making sure the door was shut, pulled on it to make sure the latch was closed.Then he comes in again! He must have figured out how to open the latch.Thankfully, he had cleaned off his butt by then.

My bedroom door is always open around 6 inches so cats can wander in and out. They usually don't bother me too much, just walk around, give a little mew that doesn't wake me, and leave again. If they can't get in, they instead scratch non-stop until I open it for them.

This was all fine and dandy, however the new little ones are a bit more....interactive. I rolled over last night and smack onto Stanley curled up beside my pillow. The night before I heard collar tags jangling and realized Kevin had decided to have a bath on the window sill above my head (I'm in a basement room).

The only time my cats bother me at night is in winter when all seven of them will be on the bed. Kinda feels like you're in a straight jacket. And Rascal, he'll snuggle my face with his wiskers and start purrin like a diesel engine on fast idle. But you gotta love it or hate it. My wife tells me "The time will come when they won't be here."Even when they yak up a fur ball at two in the morning doesn't even wake me any more

My cats are cuter than your grandkids!

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I am now the proud possession of two cats, who so far have been treating me very well. Two rescue kitties from the local rescue place. The girl is about 2 and the boy at least 7. Very sweet and lovey dovey if a bit shy still. Yay kitties!

Congrats on the rescue cats BBD . Thats a great way to go if someone wants a pet, IMHO: The Humane Society, Aninmal Control, Dog pound, animal welfare group etc.....whether cat, dog, rabbit, ferret, parrot, whatever. All our cats were domesticated strays that came to us. Except for Como who we took from someone giving away kittens back in 2001, Gizmo I found at work in 2009 when he was barley a month old, and our most recent addition, Diesel, was about 10 months old but ferral when he was tricked to come in the house back in early January this year. Hes still somewhat ferral but has lightend up alot. We can pet him but we can't pick him up much, but when we do, its like picking up an 11 pound rock.....according to the vet he's one solid muscle.

My cats are cuter than your grandkids!

"Government is not the solution to our problems, government is the problem." Ronald Reagan

We have two feral cats at my workplace who I have managed to befriend to a certain point. We can pet them both and one is super needy for rubs and the like. Sadly, we will be moving in a few months and we are torn about trying to take them along and have them become shop cats or just leaving them behind. With the fairly regular feeding on our part, I'm concerned they may just sit outside our backdoor waiting for it to reopen and it never will.... Our new building is about 2 miles from the current one. Wonder if they would try to get back to their usual stomping grounds or learn to hang in the new area. Should we take them? Thoughts?

When the city took a lot of homes to save money building a school, there was a cat that wouldn't leave his home even after it was demolished.I took a photo of him sitting on the steps in front.

The cat here was left by someone in my house somehow.He still stays over here when the house is empty, even though the neighbor has adopted him.I bring him in and feed him, and he seems happy about it.The neighbor thinks he remembers it's his house.

Talkiest cat I've ever seen.Found him lying in the bathtub the other night.It's hot here.

Try. If you can keep them in the shop for a few days, then they might know where it is. Apparently, you're supposed to butter their paws before putting them out for the first time, because they lick it off and in that process slow themselves down enough to learn the place... Although, buttering paws on ferels...

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bigbluedoggy wrote:We have two feral cats at my workplace who I have managed to befriend to a certain point. We can pet them both and one is super needy for rubs and the like. Sadly, we will be moving in a few months and we are torn about trying to take them along and have them become shop cats or just leaving them behind. With the fairly regular feeding on our part, I'm concerned they may just sit outside our backdoor waiting for it to reopen and it never will.... Our new building is about 2 miles from the current one. Wonder if they would try to get back to their usual stomping grounds or learn to hang in the new area. Should we take them? Thoughts?

I say try. Even if you can cage them for a day and feed them in the cage once then let them out, or put them on a leash and try to show them the new hood, that might help. Can you make them a bed and then take it with you? Anything really to help them associate the new place with you and food.

I'm the proud foster parent of a stray - little buggers have a way of getting into your hearts don't they.

These two boys have been neutered and had their ears clipped to prove it. I'll have a chat with my business partners and see how they feel. I'm leaning towards wanting to try to take them with. I'm not the only one, I know. Thanks for the input!

Just to be clear, it is fairly common practice for groups that voluntarily gather, spay or neuter, and then release feral cats to snip a very small bit off one ear, indicating the cat has been taken care of. Apparently one of our coworkers has a horrible cat allergy which may preclude us from taking the boys with. Hope we can work something out.

Blue, if he is really allergic, he could avoid them, keep them outside.

Most people told they are allergic, aren't though.It's like a go to for doctors.I was told I was allergic my whole life.Finally got tested.Turns out I'm no more allergic to cats than anything else.The only thing I react to, in particular, is dogs.Mostly, I'm allergic to everything outdoors, like most people with allergies.